Broken, Bruised, Not At All Amused

Iolaire had set the bone solidly. The open wound had then been sutured shut. Aslatiels leg had been splinted and then wrapped in bandages. It had then been packed with clay to immobilize the leg. Asla wouldn't be walking for quite a while, much to her chagrin. The next month was going to be torture.

Aslatiel insisted on staying in her own den. She insisted that Bas tend to her. She didn't want to be babied. She didn't want fake smiles and well wishes. If you weren't going to treat her normally, it would be better if you didn't even bother. With the mood that she was in, she'd let you know just what was on her mind too.

Today, same as every day since she'd been injured, the teal flecked girl lay on a pile of plush pillows and furs. It hurt to move her tail or it would have been thumping the ground like an irritated cat. She was already tired of being cooped up. How long did a broken bone take to heal? With a grumble, Asla stared at the mouth of the den. Sunlight filtered in and the birds were happily chirping away. Disgusting.